A higher order version of coping, till one can muster the strength to live with harsh realities of one's own life: the unattractive features of one's own body, all the mental gymnastics are to compensate for it (personality!), and that there will be no love and affections - not even the hope/anticipation of it.
And the 'what I am regretting for, that which I never had' = It never began.
And then, to live each day, divided between finding something to distract Vs wishing to end it rather than to endure this. Some come out resilient, some, give up.
''we live in a society'' where this is all passively accepted. Worthless, dumb cunts are worshipped with ''so brave, so independent, so stunning'' for opening her legs based on a primal instinct; while a man who got nothing to keep him going, gathering the will from within to push for yet another day, is to be mocked, insulted and asked to ''step/grow up''.
